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She was quiet as she listened to him, while picking bits and pieces of trash off of her coat, pants, and out of her hair. "Parson Lessard..." Catherine said thoughtfully as she mulled this new bit of information over. That child had been a disaster, and rightfully so considering how he had been turned and left to wander the city alone. "Psychic outbursts are fairly common I hear." She commented nonchalantly; she'd even had a few of her own, but not within recent memory. "However... there is some truth to that bit of information not being widely spread."

Catherine couldn't recall if she'd ever told Alexander or not; more than likely hadn't as they both had their own secrets that they kept from one another. While that wasn't exactly a healthy way of dealing with things, it somehow allowed their marriage to stay relatively intact. "I wouldn't let the cursed thing in the house because it smelled; it reeked to high heaven of the worst kind of magic." She wasn't terribly inclined to believe him, but would rather sooner than later admit that it was a neat trick as to how his sire had managed to turn him. "Your sire must have had a taste for blood tinged with death."